Living Life: (Christian) Hip - Hop Psalms Poetry

By Xlibris US

Living Life takes you there, wherever it goes, wherever it flows.

Compassion overwhelms you as you go to New Orleans during Katrina and youll mourn with the Hokies as the thirty-two are memorialized.

Sometimes blunt, Living Life remains loving, not trying at all to be politically correct. Youll love the clarity and as youre taken to church, to the throne, the river. Youll share in spiritual warfare, loves light, and many other real-life places, events, experiences that are true and truer.

Let Living Life encourage you to receive his compassion, daily strength, and let it embolden you to be a faithful and true witness.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 19, 2015
• ISBN: 9781514432242

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KATRINA

Sitting on the roof

my pants are all wet,

but my government will be here, you can bet.

Its day two, I’ve got to poo-poo,

what can I do, who can I sue?

The gutters are full,

the chimney’s too high.

Where are the portable toilets

when you’re about to die?

Its day three, I’m all soaked with pee,

don’t those in the helicopters see me?

Don’t those in that boat

see those bodies float?

If they were their kin

they’d surely pull them in.

Its day four, I wish I could soar

over to the store;

Is that my cousin under the door?

I’ve paid my state tax

so why are they so lax.

Hey she’s bleeding, could you send some Tampax.

Now its day five, I can’t believe I’m alive.

Hey! Could you throw me a bottle of water.

I have a muddy dollar, please hear me holler.

Its day six, my skins starting to itch,

Lord I wish I had a Twix,

or some peanut-butter on a Ritz.

Would this happen to the rich?

Would they have to wait so long,

to get a foot-long, a temporary home

or a clean thong.

Where are the cargo planes?, I’m going insane.

It’s day seven, if I die would I go to heaven?

Is that my Chevy floating down the levy?

The cameras are on me, I hope someone who sees me

knows me.

Hey! Would you please throw me some baloney!

They’re so phoney and so are their kronies,

what in the world has happened to my homies?

Its day eight, I’m in the stadium gates,

but they’re still late

with the hot plates.

Where are the great, where is my mate, may I get fed,

please give me a date.

Or am I eliminated

before I’m even rated.

Say that I’m not hated,

Tell me it’s not my color - is it my odor?

Tell me that you just weren’t ready,

then my mind will steady.

It’s day nine, look at all the slime.

Look at all those dying, hear all the crying.

I hope my family is fine,

all I can do is rhyme.

Its day ten, when will the saints come marching in?

I don’t drink, but a gin would really put me in.

Do they see all the dead – can they at least get a bed.

Is anyone in the U.S. led by the Head?

Where is the Pope, can I get some soap on a rope?

Hey you in that boat, call P&G I need some Scope.

Would someone call Jimmy Carter, we need some water!!!!

Its day eleven – there goes Kevin – he couldn’t hang on

so now he’s gone.

We’ll just chill and look to the hill,

we’ll be alright, for there’s a light in the night

Its day twelve, whew, I didn’t go to hell.

I’ll have to start all over – can I get a pell in the mail.

I’ll have to bum well, I lost everything,

no more bling

but I can still sing.

I heard that billions have been sent.

Where did it went –

I mean, where is it at?

I made it through all that –

I mean all of this –

I sure need a kiss. Amen

HE IS A FRIEND OF MINE

He has knitted my heart with His.

He tied it

I got it,

then He put a knot in it.

Long ago He plotted it,

when I heard about it,

I jotted it down to the sound

of the poem and I coined it.

I’m so anointed

and for this purpose I was appointed.

So that’s why my gift always turns

and my pen always burns.

It spews out lighter fluid,

He lights it I do it.

His Spirit and mine are intertwined,

He is a friend of mine.

We’re one of a kind,

I was predestined before time,

for prime time in the end time.

He foreordained me,

so I’ll always be

and I always was,

I was long ago the buzz.

The angels even wondered

about this son of thunder.

I’ll never go under,

my enemies won’t plunder.

All that He gave me is mine,

we’re on of a kind.

I was predestined before time

for prime time in the end time.

He foreordained me

so I’ll always be

and I always was,

I was long ago the buzz.

The angels even wondered

about this son of thunder.

I’ll never go under

my enemies won’t plunder.

And my sisters of lightening

will not be fighting.

Wrongs they’ll be rightening

and darkness they’ll be brightening.

Together we’ll reign,

For we are b-born again.

This you must be

Or the kingdom you won’t see.

All that He gave me is mine, we’re one of a kind. I was predestined before time, for prime time in the end time. Amen

I AM LIVING

I am living

and I’ve been forgiving,

you see, I can’t hold a grudge

because I have to see the Judge.

The blood I’m sipping,

my pants I haven’t been unzipping

and my thing I haven’t been dipping

in anyone’s stuff.

Butts I haven’t been grabbing

and lies I haven’t been blabbing

because I’ve had enough.

My enemies are bound

though they huff and they puff.

And those that are dead

are coming for some Bread.

Fearful sights are

coming to the light.

Will they take your place,

will they steal your grace?

Don’t get spit out,

because they’re coming out.

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